Unbalanced
The woman stares at you for a few moments, only her grey eyes showing any movement behind the full-face mask. Then, turning her body to face you, she raises her hand in a bent claw. With a dull shock, your legs seem to lock in place, frozen as if turned to stone. As she approaches, you find that your body is held static also. The woman stops barely an arms reach from you, tilting her head curiously. Finally, a voice slithers from the mask, dark and eloquent.
"You must be the sign, then. The Balance has been broken, and with it, all souls now exist in one. Finally..." her words trail off as she sighs heavily. Beneath you both, the whirling mass of death intensifies, while thunderous booms shake loose ceiling stone and dust.
"But there was no warning of them. No prediction of what those two are. And now, you...you are not entirely right. There are so many threads connected to you...so many threads of far off worlds." Her hand reaches out as if to pluck an invisible spiderweb from above your head. "And one thread connected to...Death itself?"
"I have come for your head, Wue'le. This is the last time." A voice bellows behind you.
For a moment, her eyes stay locked on the sky, unblinking. Carefully, cautiously, she steps away. Unable to turn your head, you can only hear the gruff voice that has appeared on the stairs behind you.
"You did it you blasted fool. You broke the Balance! There can be no life after this."
A figure clad in black-iron armor steps past you, shoving you to the ground. As you crumple to the floor, striking a smooth statue of a man robed in simple cloth, you slowly feel movement return to your limbs.
"You've been waiting for this for so long, haven't you Mael? Your axe has thirsted for me twice as long now as your heart did." The woman takes a step backward, subtly twisting her free hand into a bizarre claw. Unseen by the warrior, it begins to form a green miasma along her fingers.
"This is not that, or us. The wall is broken. Those two that you summoned-"
"Those two things were not our goal," Wue'le interrupts, suddenly cracking her wrist to her thigh. A long, thin strand of green light snakes down from her palm, forming a hissing whip. "You know well that we sought no more loss of life, ever. The True Seekers have always sought to restore souls, not end them!"
The man lowers his shoulders, bracing the axe in two hands. "I never thought you were lying back then. But goddesses help me I was blind to what you became."
With that, the warrior leap, axe held high.
"You must be the sign, then. The Balance has been broken, and with it, all souls now exist in one. Finally..." her words trail off as she sighs heavily. Beneath you both, the whirling mass of death intensifies, while thunderous booms shake loose ceiling stone and dust.
"But there was no warning of them. No prediction of what those two are. And now, you...you are not entirely right. There are so many threads connected to you...so many threads of far off worlds." Her hand reaches out as if to pluck an invisible spiderweb from above your head. "And one thread connected to...Death itself?"
"I have come for your head, Wue'le. This is the last time." A voice bellows behind you.
For a moment, her eyes stay locked on the sky, unblinking. Carefully, cautiously, she steps away. Unable to turn your head, you can only hear the gruff voice that has appeared on the stairs behind you.
"You did it you blasted fool. You broke the Balance! There can be no life after this."
A figure clad in black-iron armor steps past you, shoving you to the ground. As you crumple to the floor, striking a smooth statue of a man robed in simple cloth, you slowly feel movement return to your limbs.
"You've been waiting for this for so long, haven't you Mael? Your axe has thirsted for me twice as long now as your heart did." The woman takes a step backward, subtly twisting her free hand into a bizarre claw. Unseen by the warrior, it begins to form a green miasma along her fingers.
"This is not that, or us. The wall is broken. Those two that you summoned-"
"Those two things were not our goal," Wue'le interrupts, suddenly cracking her wrist to her thigh. A long, thin strand of green light snakes down from her palm, forming a hissing whip. "You know well that we sought no more loss of life, ever. The True Seekers have always sought to restore souls, not end them!"
The man lowers his shoulders, bracing the axe in two hands. "I never thought you were lying back then. But goddesses help me I was blind to what you became."
With that, the warrior leap, axe held high.